Page 14 of Wicked William

She shrugs. “It’s hard to believe most of them. Max and Dillon seem pretty domesticated. And you...”

“What about me?”

“You’re more of a saint than a devil.”

I scoff, disbelief echoing in my mind. “I’m no saint. I promise.”

“If I looked up ‘Nice Guy’ in the dictionary, your picture would be there.”

“That is not true,” I protest. “I am not a nice guy.”

“Face it, William. You are totally a nice guy.”

All my life, I’ve had to fight the reputation of being a troublemaker. Now here’s someone who thinks I’m nice, and I feel insulted. “I’m a Duke. We’re not nice guys.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t believe me.”

“Why do you need me to believe you? You know what kind of man you are.”

I sigh. She’s right. I know who I am, and I don’t need anyone else’s approval.

“Let’s watch the movie,” I say, and I start it again. We watch in uncomfortable silence.

She’s wrong about me. I like order, yes. I like to take care of people and things that I feel I’m responsible for, also yes.

I pause the movie.

“What’s wrong?” Maisy asks, looking at me with concern.

“You have got me all wrong.”

“William—”

“You think I’m neat and orderly and quiet and avoid trouble because I’m a paragon of virtue. That ain’t me.” The control I crave is slipping. I can feel it ebbing away and the sound of my pulse getting louder. “The truth is I use those things to rein in the part of me thatisn’ta nice guy. The part of me who doesn’t care about rules or consequences. The part who would rather fight or fuck than do anything else.”

Maisy looks at me in shock. I’m not sure if it’s the passion in my words or the truth behind them.

“I’m not trying to be a saint,” I say. “I’m just afraid that if I let that part of me out, I’ll lose control. That I’ll hurt someone.”

“Show me.”

“I’m trying towarnyou.”

“Show me,” she repeats. Her eyes are earnest. Excited.

I’m so tired of fighting this fucking tide. My desire is out of control and if I let go a little, I won’t be able to stop. The fantasies that fuel me are dark and twisted, and she’s at the center of every one of them.

“I’m not afraid, William. You can be untamed and wild with me. I won’t break.”

A wretched groan is pulled out of me, and I pull her onto my lap, notching my hard-on to her center and guiding her hips to give us some friction. We both moan at the contact, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent.

She’s a fantasy come to life. She’ll break me open, I know she will. Everything I’ve repressed, stuffed down, boxed up...she’s going to unleash it all, undoing all my careful control.

God help her.

“I think I could come like this,” she says. “Just your hard cock rubbing against me.”

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